#regulus potter

[thelegitcasper]

regulus to james

[billsbae]

now imagine jegulus being harry's parents and pandalily being luna's. barty now has to deal with not only one but two kids, babysitting them

*playing with dolls*

barty: uh, how you doing?

harry looking at luna: uncle barty, say it in your girl voice!

luna: why do we keep asking you!

barty to james: hey look away

barty: how you doing? 🩷💅

james: *fvcking dies*

could work also with evan

[jaioes]

Coloured my sketch from last night . This is my escapism plus no one will listen to me talk marauders so you all have to suffer ⭐️🦌🐈‍⬛

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[v7lgar]

im giving youuu a challenging prompt... FLUFF NO SMUT!!!! any ship you want babe

252 words | pillow talk | jegulus

One thing Regulus liked more than sex was the after-moment he shared with James.

Whenever the horniness started to wear off slowly, he became more clingy to him naturally. He hated being clingy, but also he was safe with James enough to not feel like he was embarrassing himself. It was okay, hell, to James he knew it was more than okay.

He was in James’ warm arms, leaving ghost kisses on his skin, he would never admit it but it gave him butterflies.

“Jamie…” he nuzzled against his neck, kissing it softly and looked up as he put a hand under his chin, “Are you sleepy?”

James slowly touched his cheek, and then his hair. He twirled one of Regulus’ curls around his finger and kissed his other cheek next.

“A bit, love,” he said, voice deep, “Are you?”

Regulus closed his eyes and grabbed James’ hand on his hip, kissed the inside of his palm and looked up to him again.

“A bit,” he sighed and he dropped his head to the side, resting his cheek on James' racing heart.

“James,” he said again, “Tell me a story.”

“Like a bedtime story?”

Regulus nodded as he closed his eyes slowly, “I want to hear our story.”

James traced his thumb at his bottom lip gradually and Regulus kissed it without opening his eyes.

“Once upon a time, there was a prince. Waiting for his charming prince…”

Regulus slowly drifted to sleep, and never let go of James from his arms.

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Not to be out of pocket during these trying times but Regulus tots fucks with classical music playing in the background (possible jazz if he's in a goofy mood) furthermore he somehow managed to align both his and his partner's climax with the climax of the music no one can figure out how but he does

[m0uthofmind]

when you miss the canon compliant tag and now are not only traumatized but caught off guard as well

[janeiscompletelyfine]

Intro?

Okay real talk somebody's gotta make a Marauders intro post. There are way too many abbreviations that confused me so much when I joined and I want more for the next generation of newbies. We need to have a:

Characters (I mean some we all know but also like Emmeline etc)

List of ships and their ship names

The abbreviations (troto, ahb, tcoptp, otb, also like the skittles)

The activities (What's a rp? What communities to join? Moots? Ficwriting?)

The Important People (my-castles-crumbing, bizarrestars, mskingbean)

The Important Things (David Thewlis interview, the 40-line stare)

Signs (Red converse, moons, stars, suns)

Our music

Useful reminders (don't support jkr, don't go on prosnape pages)

Anyone wanna help me make one? Or have more ideas of what we could add?

❤️Jane

[jess-quillkiller]

what if i wrote a jegulily fic where effie is just bringing ALL of the children into her house including lily because she's traumatised by petunia

like

lily and effie cooking while reggie, james and sirius play some stupid ass board game (the others refuse to play with them bc they're so competitive duh) AHHHHHHHH

idk this is just a random idea bc i saw somebody post smth abt lily being adopted by effie toooooo

[randommmthoughts]

I adore bizarrestars, they’re amazing. Please read this fanfiction of them if you haven’t yet. It’s very cute and realistic. Yes, there’s angst, but it is always obvious everything is going to be alright

Containing:

Regulus and Sirius being brothers

Best friends Remus and Regulus

Mean barista Regulus

Artist Sirius

Fluff!!!

All these boys getting the therapy they need

Everyone loving eachother

Summary and my review under the cut

Summery:

Regulus hates his brother—this is fact—and as his best friend, Remus would never betray him by falling in love with aforementioned brother.

Sirius hates his entire family—this is also fact—and as his best friend, James would never betray him by falling in love with a member of it.

The problem is, none of them are even aware that it's happening.

My review:

OMG I loved this fic so so much. Everything about it. The falling in love phase was too cute for words, all the struggles were worked out so beautifully. The dynamics are just perfect and so real, and even when everything started to clear up, you have everyone time to develop deeper bonds. The last few chapters are exactly what I needed for this story to end. I adored this, you’re an amazing writer. I wish you all the luck in the world and hope you have an great day, an amazing year and a marvellous life full of love, health and happiness <3

[regulus-cannot-swim]

Care - Jegulus

Regulus watched numbly as James kissed Lily. He tried not to react, tried not to show how it hurt. James and Regulus had ended months ago, not that anyone even knew about thme, except for Pandora.

But it still hurt, no matter how much Regulus willed it not to. Once, James had told him that they were inevitable, that Regulus was the only one for him.

But Regulus understood now. The only inevitable thing aobut them was Regulus’ heartbreak. Regulus knew he’d never move on from James, never wanted to.

There was no point. No point in trying to find someone new when he’d only be thinking of his sun anyway. There was no point when Regulus knew he would die soon, but with a destroyed horcrux, if it all went to plan.

So he shouldn’t have cared that James had someone else now, if he would be dead within a few months anyway. But he did. He did care, anyway, because he’d always care about James, even when the other boy no longer cared about him.

It was his own damn fault anyway. It was Regulus who had uttered obliviate to the boy in his sleep. It was Regulus’ fault that James didn’t even remember him.

So why did it hurt so much?

[simply-cooler]

maruaders short story

word count - 168

“what’s going on here,” sirius black commented as he walked into the common room, seeing his brother and james potter awfully close on the couch. he sat on james’ lap, draping his legs over regulus’ legs as a means to annoy both of them.

“am i not allowed to sit with my boyfriend?” james rolled his eyes, as this was a common occurrence.

“yeah, not if your boyfriend is my fucking brother. you creep!”

before sirius got a chance to reply, remus lupin walked into the common room alongside lily evans, both carrying heavy textbooks. once remus got a look at the scene, he handed her books to lily, her already knowing what was about to happen.

remus lupin stood in front of the couch, hands on his hips. “do i really need to babysit you? come on, up! leave poor james and regulus alone.”

“but, mooonyyy!!,” sirius groaned, “don’t you think someone ought to stop them? at this point, they might as well start snogging on the damn couch!”

“come on, up,” remus pulled him up by his arms. “tomorrow, i’m getting evans to watch you, i really cant leave you unsupervised.”

[billsbae]

harry: motherfucker!

regulus: harry, language.

sirius: oi james! your son is calling you

sirius: but i think brotherfucker would suit better ;) take notes hazza

harry:

[jaioes]

Its 1am but i had a thought of regulus playing pirates with harry and here we are. Also i had to give him an deer headband. Baby prongslet

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[prongsi]

James walked up the stairs to the astronomy tower. He liked watching the stars. They had their own beauty, not one that showed off, a quiet one. It truly was there yes, but it was quiet. Didn’t seek any attention, nor showed off. Just existed.

But when he reached the top there was another head there. A head with black curly hair and a black knitted jacket over his white shirt with a Slytherin tie. The boy turned around as he heard James footsteps in the stairs. His face, It looked very similar to his brothers. Sirius. The boy was Regulus Arcturus Black. James had met him before. He sometimes studied with Remus in the library, and he had stopped by for Sirius’s birthday last year. And every now and then they bumped into each other at the astronomy tower.

“Oh hey, didn’t know you were here” James said to the boy.

“Well I am” he answered back.

“You’ve changed a lot over the summer!” James said, shocked over how any human being could be this handsome.

“Yup, it’s regulus now” the boy said, packing up his books and walking past James.

“Regulus, you look good” James said, seeing the satisfied look on his face, he was happy, happy that someone respected him.

I live for trans regulus, he has my heart<33

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Can you wash my back this once

and then we can forget

Barbie dolls: jegulus x gn! Reader

Word: 2.5k

Summary: you go back to your toxic family and James and regulus take care of you after

Warnings: you have my mommy issues now but I tried to keep it vague so everyone can play along, a lil bit of disassociation, Barty's dad is homophobic slight mention of conversion therapy, nonsexual nudity, idk, James stress eats, you call James Jamie love, sad and then sweet

Regulus hated it when you went home. James hated it even more. Every time you had your hand forced into staying in your childhood home for whatever reason you always came back different. You’d come back a lost shell of the person you left as. When James looked into your eyes it was like you were looking through him. You couldn't crack even a tiny smile for days. James felt like he was watching a robot run through your daily chores in replacement of you. He just wanted to hold you so you never had to go there ever again. After the last visit, you came back so estranged from your body, that James really thought it was over. He really thought they'd give up and you'd stand your ground. 

Unfortunately, James can't be right about everything. They somehow manipulated you into spending an entire week in your childhood home. Even with James and Regulus trying their hardest to convince you to stay, you still packed your bag. And so with your bag packed under your arm, a promise that it’d be okay this time falling from your lips, and a smile etching itself across your face you left your home. 

The knowledge of your whereabouts set James and Regulus on edge. It was like waiting for a car crash you already knew was going to happen. Regulus couldn’t sit down, pacing for hours at a time. James felt like he couldn’t breathe. He picked up baking again in an attempt to relieve stress. It did not. It just made their kitchen more cluttered and caused him to start stress eating as well. James was itching to get you back home so he could hold you to his chest and rock you back and forth. Regulus started reorganizing things that didn’t need to be. He reorganized the silverware drawer three times. He reorganized the closet five times and reorganized his desk eight times. 

They were both ashamed to say that they felt relief when your slumped form showed up on the front doorstep. You didn’t knock. James was looking out the window because he heard a car pull up, your taxi. He watched you walk to the front door and stare at it. You didn’t move for the doorbell or raise your fist you just stared. Regulus was sure he had never moved as fast as he did to get out of his chair and to the front door. He swung it open, ignoring the wave of anxiety he got when he remembered it could scuff the wall. You didn’t meet Regulus’ eyes, your eyes staring ahead. You dropped your bag onto the ground, not bothering to lean. You collapsed into Regulus’ arms, tucking yours under his armpits and clutching onto the back of his black button-up. Regulus’ hands moved to hold you back just as tight. One settled behind your head and the other pressed against your back. 

It is unfortunate that they can say with their full chest it felt nice to have you home, in even such a state. At least they could wrap your wounded heart and brain, it's hard to do that when you’re towns away. James felt his heart burn when he heard you crying into Regulus’ shirt. Regulus let you have a moment, James awkwardly standing behind you both. You eventually pulled back, sniffing and still not meeting their eyes. Regulus ushered you inside, shooing you to the living room. James’ hand shot out the door, snatching your bag off the step and heading back inside. Regulus kept one hand on your back to comfort you as you stared at the living room floor. 

Eventually, James got tired of silence. 

“Would you like a bath?” James whispered. he knew to stay quiet. ‘Quiet and soft like a bunny’ Regulus told him while James was scarfing a muffin down his throat. You sniffed and nodded your head just slightly. Regulus hummed. 

“Let’s go take a bath,” Regulus muttered to you. He rubbed your back as you both shuffled over into the bathroom. Regulus started running the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature. Usually when you took baths while waiting for the tub to fill you’d read or play music. Regulus didn’t know why he expected it but he thought when he turned round you’d be giving the pages of your book a soft smile. But when he turned his head you were sitting slumped on the toilet seat. You stared down at the floor with a look Regulus recognized all too well. He’d seen it before in his own mirror after a long night of his mother’s torment. He’d seen it on Sirius the night his mother thought Sirius cut Regulus’ hair. Regulus felt his heart sink when he could imagine you sitting in his bathroom back in Black manor and you didn’t look out of place at all. 

“Would you like me to leave?” Regulus asked, watching you to see if you’d move from your spot at all. You shook your head. Regulus hummed and held his hands out for you. He helped you stand up, in the middle of the bathroom still staring at the floor. 

“So you want me to help you get into the bath?” You nodded, your hands flopping down to your sides. Regulus very slowly and gently pulled your clothes off, letting them pile in the corner. Then he held onto your hand as you stepped over the edge of the bath and sunk into the water. 

It wasn’t the first time and it probably won't be the last time that Regulus washed someone because they couldn’t themselves. He did when Barty got a letter from his father, threatening to send him off the fix his queerness. He did when Dorcas failed her History of Magic class, making her parents furious. He did when James got sick and could barely lift his finger without whining. He did when Evan realized he was in love with Barty and thought he could never love him back. 

Regulus didn’t mind it. He didn’t mind it at all. He was able to take care of his loved ones in ways he never experienced. There was a voice in the back of his mind telling him if he needed it, you and James would wash his body for him. When their mind wasn’t there for them Regulus stepped in. He washed you to the best of his abilities, which was quite well in his opinion. You hadn’t made eye contact with anyone yet. You hadn’t said a word. You just stared. 

It felt like the part of you that made you laugh and smile had drawn itself into your heart, hiding behind your ribs. Your body felt empty and your head felt heavy and light at the same time. Your mind felt like it was seven paces behind, catching the world in broken pieces. You dipped your fingers into the warm soapy water, watching the bubbles slip onto your knuckles. 

“Regulus?” Your voice came out hoarse. Regulus didn’t even fully recognize that you spoke, still focused on washing your back. His mind was two steps behind but when he did finally realize you spoke he was startled. He hummed in response, trying not to disrupt your peace. 

“Do you miss your mother?” Your voice seemed to clear a little but you still sounded sick. Regulus stayed silent for a moment, his hand on your back pausing. How could he miss his mother? She practically treated him like a punching bag. Though he was pretty sure he knew the feeling you were thinking of. 

“No, but I miss who she could’ve been,” Regulus whispered, lightly sratching your back like he knew you enjoyed it. You straightened your back, sitting up a little from the curled in position you were before. Regulus felt the corner of his mouth twitch, glad he still knew you liked back scratches. He pulled his other hand over the edge of the bathtub to join the one on your back. You hummed. 

“Do you think your mother loved you in the beginning or did she just always hate you?” You asked, dipping your hand under the water to splash it against the wall. Regulus felt a little strangely talking about such a sour topic while giving you back scratches. He shrugged even though you wouldn’t see him. 

“I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that she could never love someone. She’s a narcissist the only person they can love is themself.” Regulus said, dragging his nails up to the back of your neck. You hummed dangerously close to a moan and tilted your head forward, giving Regulus more space to scratch. He scratched at the bottom of your hairline, smiling again when you turned your head back and forth so he could get behind your ears too. He eventually dropped his hands back to between your shoulder blades. You sat up again, staring at the wall. 

“Why would any narcissist have kids if they can’t love anyone?” You asked. Regulus was starting to wonder why you were asking him of all people all of these questions. He shrugged, reaching back for the body wash and pulling your arm away from yourself. 

“I suppose because they want someone to fix them and someone to break,” Regulus said, rubbing the soap into your arm until it foamed. You hummed. 

“But then why did it have to be me? What did I do wrong?” You whispered your voice cracking halfway through. Regulus dropped his hands into the bath, rinsing the soap off. He quickly pulled on your chin so you’d face him. 

“No. Baby, it wasn’t you. It will never be you. It has nothing to do with you. You are not the problem, they are. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and it’s just how the straws were pulled. You didn’t do something in another life. You didn’t do something in this life and you won’t do something in a future life. It’s completely their fault.” Regulus said, holding onto your cheeks while he spoke to you so you couldn’t look away. He saw the tears sitting on the edge of your waterline. You sniffed, leaning your head into his hand more. 

“But why me? Why couldn’t I get a pretty house with a loving family? Why did I have to pull this straw? And why do I still keep falling into her stupid traps? Why can’t I just be okay? Know my mother is bad and stop making excuses for her?” You whispered, swallowing back tears. Regulus shook his head. 

“I don’t know. I do know it’s not your fault you keep making excuses for her. She’s trained you to do that since you were a child. The worst thing about bad people is that they’re still people so it’s easy to find excuses for them.” Regulus said, dipping his wet hand slip to your shoulder. You moved quickly, startling Regulus. Your soapy arms wrapping around his shoulders and tipping your chin over his shoulder. You don’t know how long Regulus held you in that hug but eventually, you pulled away, taking your spot back in the bath water. When Regulus was rinsing off all your body wash, James ducked his head in the door. You didn’t raise your head from where you were staring at the bubbles. 

“Dinner is ten minutes from being done. I made you your favorate, my love.” James said, his tone still soft but he was confident to raise his voice above a whisper now. You raised your head, making eye contact with James. Your lips tipped in the smallest, almost invisible way. 

“Thank you.” You whispered, your words dripping with sour happiness. James felt his heart soar. Your usual personality showing a slimmer of itself had him beaming from ear to ear and he wanted to scream into his pillow out of joy. James nodded, backpedaling out the door and closing it. You stared back at the water, dropping your smile. Regulus soon helped you out of the tub and wrapped you in a fluffy towel you knew was his. It had his itnitals on it. You hated that he was wrapping you in it. He never let anyone but himself use it. You knew he was doing it out of kindness but you didn’t want to be babied just because you were a little sad. 

“Regulus, this is your towel.” You whispered. Regulus hummed, drying off your leg before standing and moving to your arm. 

“I don’t want you to use your towel on me.” You said glancing at Regulus’ face. He raised an eyebrow, still drying off your arm. 

“Cooties?” You grumbled at his attempt at a joke. 

“You don’t let anyone use your towel, you’re babying me.” Regulus shook his head at you. 

“No just the only clean towel in the house right now. I’ll do laundry towmarrow and you’ll never have to touch my towel again.” Regulus said, moving to your other arm. You huffed. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Regulus stopped his movements and kissed your cheek. 

“I know. I was just teasing. I’m sorry I annoyed you.” You shook your head and looked down at the floor. Soon enough, Regulus was bringing a set of pajamas into the bathroom and helping you into them. James moved dinner to the living room. On the TV was your favorite comfort show. Your favorite blanket was thrown over the back of the couch. Your favorite meal was on a plate with your favorite fork sticking up out of the food. James pretended like he didn’t do it on purpose, looking around the room and pretending he was nonchalant. You sat in your favorite spot, pulling your favorite blanket over your lap. Regulus sat next to you, leaving space in between in case you get overwhelmed. James sat on the floor in front of the coffee table. He stayed quiet, which was unusual for him but you appreciated it. He was a lover of making comments during shows and movies, you liked it at the best of times. At the worst of times, you just wanted silence, even if the person talking was one of your favorite people on the planet. It didn’t stop him from scoffing or snorting at times. Your meal was so good, that you nudged James with your foot. He looked up from his plate on the coffee table, raising a brow at you. 

“Thank you, Jamie Love.” You whispered. James smiled brightly, swallowing his bite quickly. He dropped his fork and reached back for your leg. He rubbed your calf, lightly kissing your knee over your pajama pants. He pressed his cheek against your knee, smiling up at you. James pulled back from you, resumeing his eating. He did make a few comments about your show, calling the characters stupid or questioning plot points that were heinously wrong. Eventually, he cracked a joke that made you snort. James turned back, giving you the softest eyes. He was so glad you laughed even if it was tiny. He shared a look with Regulus, who was just as excited as James was. You were coming back. Quicker than last time, too.  

[maraudersoncrack1981]

Headcannon that James and Lily split up (on good terms ofc) and had shared custody of Harry, James got together with Regulus and Lily with Mary, life was great. Until Halloween. Regulus went to work that night and Lily and Mary thought it would be a good idea to visit James and Harry as it was Halloween. Peter comes with Voldemort and James Lily and Mary get killed trying to protect Harry. Regulus comes home from work later that night...

Regulus:*Walks up to the front door to see its wide open and starts to panick*

Regulus: Jamie..? Harry..?! JAMES HARRY WHERE ARE YOU?!

Regulus:*He rushes further into the house and that's when he see's him, the love of his life, lifeless on the stairs.*

Regulus: J-Jamie..? J-JAMES NO PLEASE OH MERLIN NO ANYTHING BUT THIS PLEASE!

Regulus sobbed and sobbed, holding his soul mates corpse in his arms tightly, he wasn't warm anymore, the sun wasn't warm.

After 30 minutes of sobbing Regulus hears crying from upstairs, that is the only thing that could have tore Regulus away from James in that moment, the desperate confused cries of Harry.

Regulus ran upstairs and eventually got to Harry's nursery, where there lay the dead body's of Lily and Mary, and the curled up baby Harry with a fresh scar plastered on his forehead. From that point on Regulus vowed he would never let anyone hurt Harry, for James, and for Lily.

Regulus raised Harry along side Harry's Uncle Moony and Uncle Pads.

Thank you and goodbye.